Freedom

I’ve been doing a photo challenge for which this week’s subject was Freedom. I am loathe to admit that one of the first things that crossed my mind was a cemetery. It has been a dark week (oddly, too, because I live a pretty charmed life, but I suppose depression is like that) and I wasn’t feeling very free. Fortunately, rather than tumble down into a really black place, I was able to examine that thought with some curiousity, consider how I felt about it, and go searching for other answers. I far prefer this one; a path with life and colour on all sides taking a turn toward more adventures. And some gratitude that I had the freedom to work it through.